“Well, I can tell Miss Rene that if she don’t furnish the sum she promised to that night, I’ll settle her trouble in no time. I know well enough she’s got the paper, for I had it in my hand ready to give to her when I got the money, and I believe she was the one who done the shooting or hired some villain to do it for her, ’cause how the devil would anybody else know that I was there?”
“Oh, I’ve thought for a long time that it was her, and if I ever lay hands on her she will fare hard,” said Meg, clinching her fist.
“So she will,” said Crisp, with an oath.
“She thinks now she’s got the paper that it’s all right with her. The old man works it pretty cunning, too.”
“I s’pose that lawyer—that man of Rene’s, would give us a pretty good sum to tell him where Rene is, and I’ll hunt her up and tell him if it takes forty years to find her, if she don’t come to time,” said Crisp.
“Why don’t you start out and look her up? We can’t make nothing laying around here.”
“Can’t we?” said Meg. “Just you wait. I hain’t 221 got through with that rich lawyer, yet. Jest remember we can’t be all over at once.”
“No, but somebody’s got to keep a deuced sharp lookout to find just where this business will end. You see why, don’t you?” said Crisp.
“Yes, I see why; about the only hold we had is gone unless we come right out and tell all we know, and that would be putting us in a nice pickle, wouldn’t it?” said Meg.
“Well, I’m bound to get even with that fiend if it takes my own neck.”